\u201cWhip them!?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, darling, whip them. Really hurt them and leave them with whip marks so you can show them off.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShow them off to who?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled at me, if you can call the pain wracked grimace she managed a smile. \u201cI was going to a party,
\nand now you can come too. You\u2019ll love it, it\u2019ll be full of people like us. They need what we need and the
\nfact that we\u2019re mother and daughter will make us very popular. Oh, God, darling, my tits really hurt!<\/p>\n
I thought about that. I\u2019d be on display, my marks and perversions openly visible.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, please, Mommy, and can you mark me up first so they can see what a pain slut I am?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, dear. And you can do the same for me! Oh, this is going to be so good! But first, I have to
\nwhip those nice big tits of yours so stick them out so I can really hurt them.\u201d<\/p>\n
She fetched a short whip from its clips on the wall and showed it to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s short and it\u2019s flexible, it\u2019ll wrap right around those nice big swollen tits of yours.”<\/p>\n
I was actually panting, filled with longing, fear and incredible arousal. I knew I would cum hard again if
\nmy tits were really hurt and eagerly lifted them and thrust them out for their pain.<\/p>\n
\u201cHurt them, Mommy, really hurt them. Oh, please hurt them! I\u2019m a real pain slut, aren\u2019t I!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDarling, you\u2019re the best natural pain slut I\u2019ve ever met and I\u2019ve met a few.\u201d<\/p>\n
And she bought the whip down on my out-thrust tits, hard and straight across their tops. I screamed, the
\npain was intense but I needed more, I could feel my cunt\u2019s wetness and its pre-cum clenching. I lifted
\nthem again, holding them out for the whip.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore, Mommy, oh, please, more, more!\u201d<\/p>\n
Again the whip lashed down on my proffered flesh, and I threw my head back and screamed. \u201cAgain! Oh,
\nplease again! Harder! Harder!\u201d and I really needed more \u2013 a lot more.<\/p>\n
Because after just two lashes I was swimming in a sea of pain and arousal, holding my own flesh out for
\nthe lash and on the edge of an enormous cum. Somehow I managed to restrain myself while mom
\nwhipped my willing tits. I sank to my knees, unable to keep standing but still lifted my pain wracked and
\nconstricted globes out to their agony.<\/p>\n
Occasionally, I would collapse forward, nursing my tits, but always straightened up again, holding them
\nout to their torture. I could see the marks accumulating on my upper tits and loved seeing them. A party
\nand I had only just learned my real nature, a party where I could be myself and learn so much more about
\nmyself and those like me, and they would see my tits and know that I was a true pain slut.<\/p>\n
I was on the verge of cumming.<\/p>\n
Mom shifted her grip and bought the lash across both my nipples. I howled and cummed, sank into a
\nworld of pain and incredible pleasure, my empty cunt spasming and clenching on its emptiness as I fell
\nforward, squeezing my swollen and marked tits and completely helpless in my orgasmic excess.<\/p>\n
I really don\u2019t know how long that cum lasted, but I was pretty well exhausted when it was over. I looked
\nup at my mother, standing there, still with the whip in her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, mum, that was wonderful. I need that all the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, not cumming all the time dear, but I can keep you worked up all the time. There are plenty of ways
\nto do that. To start with I\u2019ve got nice little alligator clips for your clit and nips.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, yes! Oh, Mom, my tits really hurt and I still want more! I never knew I was like this! I never knew
\nyou were like this!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want more all the time, darling but I\u2019ve learned to control it. But one of these days I\u2019ll just let it go and
\nlet them do whatever they want to me for as long as they want. Torture me to the end. But not before I
\nknow you\u2019ve got it under control as well.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean the people who\u2019ll be at the party? Let them torture you to death? Snuff you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mummy licked her lips and squeezed down hard on her aching tits.<\/p>\n
\u201cOoooh, that really hurts! Yes, I love always having it as a possibility, even the thought turns me on. I
\nthink Daphne, one of our older members, has demanded to be allowed to go all the way at the next party
\nso that\u2019ll let you understand why we always have that possibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be there when she\u2019s snuffed? I can join in!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSnuffing her, of course you can. Join in with her when she\u2019s snuffed? No. You need to experience so
\nmuch more first, even if you do agree to it. Anyway, in the meantime you\u2019ll love every moment of it, just
\nlike I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was so aroused by the thought of snuffing another woman, especially if she wanted it. It had to be the
\nultimate form of masochism and, since I had accepted my own innate and extreme masochism and
\nincestuous lesbianism I was eager to see another woman indulge her own extreme masochism to the
\nultimate limit.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat could I do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mommy squeezed her tits again and her hips started to jerk. \u201cYou like hurting tits, yours and mine, so
\nmaybe you could work on hers. Binding them, inflating them, Branding them, injecting acid or holding
\nfire to them. Things that really hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she wants this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you? I know I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about that. It was true that I got huge pleasure from having my erogenous areas hurt and
\ntortured and if it was part of being snuffed I wouldn\u2019t have to worry about recovery or social interactions
\nafterward. But to give up on life and all it had to offer? Not yet, I decided. Perhaps some time, but not
\nyet.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, if she wants it and her tits are available, I\u2019ll really hurt them.\u201d I licked my lips, \u201cReally hurt them.”<\/p>\n
So now Mommy and I are going to the snuff party. A party for people like us and only us.<\/p>\n
Mommy has told me what will happen at the party.<\/p>\n
Daphne will be tortured until she dies under the torture. She wants it, needs it, craves it. She\u2019ll be the
\ncenter of attention just as she likes and she\u2019ll be able to be tortured as severely as she always wants but
\nas they haven\u2019t been able to do for her up to now.<\/p>\n
Even so, Mommy says she\u2019s permanently scarred, has huge, augmented tits, wears a tormentingly tight
\ncorset at all possible times and has her underwear lined with sharp pins. For her, sitting is a penance. A
\npenance she needs and loves. One of us but who, after many years of eager suffering, has been allowed
\nto have herself tortured to death. To be snuffed in front of all of us.<\/p>\n
Mommy says she\u2019ll beg for it as long as she\u2019s capable.<\/p>\n
We know that we too will be used and hurt and abused by everyone at that party and we\u2019re desperately
\nlooking forward to it. We\u2019ll be able to use and abuse others at the party as well, but for us, well, we are
\nso eager to be the objects that everyone uses for their pleasure that we\u2019re already wet and trembling
\nwith lust and desire just from thinking about it. We keep embracing, rubbing our bruised and marked
\nbodies against each other, describing to each other how we will be treated, revelling in the predictions.<\/p>\n
But now, we have to prepare. We know each other well and know that for a party like this we will need
\nto be dressed in painfully constrictive clothing; clothing that starts to cause our sexual excitement to
\nbecome ever more obvious, clothing that will make us objects of lust, desire and derision. Clothing that
\nwill make the party guests want to torture and torment and fuck us as we moan and weep from the pain
\nand frustration that we will so eagerly experience.<\/p>\n
We wear identical skin-tight leather suits, tightened onto our willing bodies until we both have difficulty
\nbreathing, just the way we really crave it. The suit is dampened so that, as the leather dries, it will
\nshrink and grip even harder on us, increasing the tightness that constricts our bodies even further until
\nwe will both be struggling to breathe. I\u2019ve tried it just to find out what it feels like and the crushing
\nconstriction, the difficulty breathing, the pain of constriction all get me so hot that it\u2019s wonderful
\ntorment. Trying to imagine how it will feel with the other torments that will be imposed on my body
\nmakes me ready to cum.<\/p>\n
Out tits, of course, are bare, further constricted about their bases so that they swell and stand out from
\nour leather encased bodies like two soccer balls, swollen and firm to the touch. Neither Mommy nor I
\ncan resist this treatment and even want to go further and so have injected a salt solution into each
\nother\u2019s tits: the needle penetrating our nipples and into the center of each tit, the saline from the
\nneedle swelling our pain wracked globes until they reach ludicrous dimensions.<\/p>\n
Of course this increases the weight of our tits until they hang off our chests like two water filled sacks,
\nunbalancing us and making us have to carry them in our cupped hands. They need support and that
\nsupport is provided by a half bra each, a bra that leaves most of our tits bare and a bra that is lined with
\ntacks, a further continuous source of stimulating agony.<\/p>\n
Our nipples have not been spared and on each is an office paper clamp which crushes them agonizingly
\nand makes us even more aroused. Heavy weights hang from these clamps, swaying and further
\nagonizing our nipples as they move.<\/p>\n
We stand there, fondling each other\u2019s swollen tits, flicking at our nipples, pulling and dropping the
\nweights until we can stand no more and collapse, sobbing and moaning, onto each other\u2019s shoulders,
\nour tears wetting each other\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n
Oh! How so much pain and degradation turn us on and we need, we crave, the derision and agony that
\nawait us at the hands of the party guests. We are both trembling with a mixture of dread and desperate
\nanticipation.<\/p>\n
Of course, our cunts have not been left out of our preparations for the torments to come. At this point
\nwe have whipped each other\u2019s cunts with a leather belt until they are swollen and bruised, their lips,
\ninner and outer, swollen and protruding, ready for further torture. Our clits have swollen as well and we
\noccasionally touch or pinch our and each other\u2019s clits, a wonderful source of intense pain and arousal.<\/p>\n
We both love this and, when we were using the belt on each other, eagerly presented our cunts, our
\nlegs widely spread, as in turn we lashed the leather belt down on each other\u2019s proffered flesh. Even
\nthough our cunt lips are bruised and swollen we offered ourselves eagerly to the lash of the belt,
\nthrusting our suffering cunts up to meet it.<\/p>\n
We know that our mutual punishment is merely the precursor to the real cunt torture that we will be
\ninflicted on us during the party.<\/p>\n
My frequently expressed desire to become a mouth and asshole only whore, denying me the pleasure of
\ncunt sex, is about to become reality. I\u2019ve conceived this when Mommy denied me any orgasms and
\nclipped my inner cunt lips together so nothing can penetrate me and if I want anything in me it\u2019ll have to
\nbe in my mouth or arsehole. I know that during the party I\u2019ll have my labia minora clamped together
\nusing big, very tight, office paper clamps, preventing me from being fucked in my cunt and providing me
\nwith delicious frustration, especially since my clit will protrude from my cruelly clamped cunt, a clit that
\nwill be used to arouse me to the point of orgasm and then left alone while I beg and cry for relief. The
\nclamping will, of course, be deliciously painful and arousing, pervert pain slut that I love to be.<\/p>\n
Our cunts are fully exposed, completely bare, all hair removed from our bodies by laser treatment,
\nleaving both of us with a smooth and exposed skin, ready for unprotected punishment. We know our
\nnaked cunts will be thoroughly whipped and abused prior to being clamped tight shut.<\/p>\n
Also prior to our clampinng we will have forced toilet brushes into our cunts, torturing ourselves in
\npublic so the guests can see just what a completely perverted pair of sluts we are. Just thinking about
\npushing the bristly head into our cunts, scratching and prickling as we force it deeper, watching each
\nother\u2019s self-imposed agony until the brushes are firmly embedded in our suffering cunts, leaving the
\nhandle obscenely protruding, excites both of us.<\/p>\n
Mom is the first to voice the thought that is most on our minds: \u201cLet\u2019s practice with the toilet brushes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, yes Mom, shall we do ourselves or each other?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom licked her lips and fingered her clit. \u201cLet\u2019s \u2026. Let\u2019s do ourselves first and then fuck each other with
\nthem! It\u2019ll hurt so wonderfully!\u201d<\/p>\n
Toilet brushes, along with various whips, clamps, constraints, arse plugs and dildoes are part of our
\nreadily available equipment. We never know when we will need to torture ourselves or each other.
\nI fetched two brushes from where they hung on the wall and handed one to my Mommy.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow far do you think you can get it in, Mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll the way in, darling, all the way in and then you have to fuck me really hard with it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I groaned aloud in anticipation. \u201cOh, yes mom! I\u2019ll push mine all the way in and then you have to make
\nit really hurt for me. Shall we fuck each other in turn or together?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTogether, and let\u2019s put on some really nasty nipple clamps first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, yes! I\u2019ll put yours on and you can do mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grabbed two pairs of clamps from the table. The ones I secretly dreaded; tight, so tight and with
\nserrated edges. They\u2019re almost too much for me so I used them constantly. My nipples are always,
\nalways sore so just playing with them always arouses me. Needless to say, I\u2019m always playing with my
\nnipples.<\/p>\n
Mom pushed her tits up and out toward me. I took a clamp, opened it and allowed it to close on
\nMommy\u2019s offered left nipple. She actually threw back her head and screamed but still kept her tit and
\nnipple presented. Overcome with a desire to hurt her even more I squeezed down on the clamp,
\nbringing a further scream from her.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, darling, darling, it hurts! It hurts! Do the other one!\u201d<\/p>\n
I needed those clamps desperately myself so I said, \u201cMine first, Mom, do mine first!\u201d<\/p>\n
She lifted her tit, staring at her tortured nipple then looked at me and my tits. \u201cYes, Darling, oh yes.
\nHold out your left tit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held out my tit and watched, panting with anticipation and barely disguised fear as she let the clamp
\nsnap together with my already sore and aching nipple between the serrated edges.<\/p>\n
I know I screamed. I screamed again as I was overwhelmed by the agony in my poor suffering nipple.
\n\u201cAaaargh! You didn\u2019t tell me you were going to let it snap down on my nip!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s good though, isn\u2019t it darling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, oh yes, but it\u2019s almost too much for me.\u201d I groaned and nursed my tit, feeling the pain suffusing all
\nof it as I continued to whimper, tears running down my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cToo much for you! You know this is nowhere near what you really need so don\u2019t tell me it\u2019s too much
\nfor you. Now do my other one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes Mommy, yes!\u201d<\/p>\n
She held out her other tit in trembling hands. Cruelly I held the open clamp around her proffered nipple
\nbut didn\u2019t let it snap to immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cBeg for it, mom, beg for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, yes! Hurt my nipple darling, please hurt my nipple!\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cDarling, darling, hurt your Mommy, hurt your Mommy, oh, please hurt your Mommy!”<\/p>\n
I let the clamp snap shut on her nipple and watched as her eyes rolled back and she sank to her knees,
\nunable to even scream as her nipple pain overwhelmed her. Eventually she recovered enough to get,
\nwith difficulty, back to her feet.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you little bitch! Give me your other nipple.\u201d<\/p>\n
Filled equally with erotic arousal and dread, I held out my tit and watched as mom snapped the last
\nclamp down on it. The pain was nearly overwhelming and I felt myself sink into an intense cum where
\npain and wonderful pleasure combined to take me somewhere else, somewhere of total, twisted
\nrapture, the place I always sought but so seldom found. I know I writhed on the floor and, so Mommy
\ntells me, pinching down on the clamps and screaming every time I did so.<\/p>\n
Eventually, through her own pain and arousal, she started to worry that I might never stop.<\/p>\n
When I finally recovered enough to think coherently again I looked up at her kneeling before me and
\nsaw that she was holding two toilet brushes.<\/p>\n
\u201cTime for your cunt pain, darling. Push it all the way into your cunt.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was almost unable to get to my knees before holding out my hand for a brush. Spreading my knees I
\npushed the bristles against my cunt, forcing it in against the natural resistance of my engorged cunt lips.
\nGrasping the handle in both hands I pulled the brush head into myself, feeling the bristles scrape on my
\nlips and the inside of my cunt and bring me, once again, close to an overwhelming cum.<\/p>\n
I pushed it into myself as far as I could force it. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing me inside. I
\nwas groaning and crying as I tormented myself but wanting even more.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck me with it, Mommy, fuck your little girl with it!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me do mine first, little girl. I need it as much as you do!\u201d<\/p>\n
She grasped her brush by the handle and pushed it against her swollen and bruised cunt until it gave
\nway and the brush slowly disappeared into that, oh so willing, flesh.<\/p>\n
I grasped my own toilet brush handle and pushed my cunt out toward my mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck me with it, Mommy, fuck your little girl with it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Still trembling and crying from her own cunt pain, she grasped the handle of the brush lodged so
\npainfully in my own cunt and started to push and pull on it, fucking my suffering flesh with the stiff,
\nsharp intruding bristles. I felt it as though a thousand needles were being forced, time after time, into
\nmy pain wracked interior.<\/p>\n
I came, and then I came again, thrusting myself out against the intruder, loving the pain and the
\ndistorted pleasure that suffused my spasming body. Eventually Mommy stopped torturing me, although
\nI wanted her to continue. I slowly returned to whatever counts as normal for us and looked at my
\nmother.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy turn! Fuck me with it now!\u201d she demanded.<\/p>\n
So I fucked her and she spasmed as I had done.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore, darling, more! Fuck your Mommy, hurt your Mommy!\u201d<\/p>\n
Eventually I stopped fucking her and she, like me, slowly recovered from her experience.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll have that done to us at the party. Now we\u2019ve fucked ourselves with the brushes the inside of our
\ncunts will be really sore and ready for being hurt by their brushes. Now, I\u2019ll pull yours out and you can
\npull mine. I\u2019ll go first.\u201d<\/p>\n
It prickled and pulled on my cunt\u2019s walls, hurting almost as it had when it had fucked me. Eventually it
\nwas completely withdrawn and I knelt there recovering for a few minutes. But Mommy\u2019s brush still
\nneeded pulling out and I grasped the handle and slowly pulled the bristles from her tormented cunt.<\/p>\n
Eventually, it pulled free and she collapsed over her own pain.<\/p>\n
I loved her then, loved her as my partner in perverted pleasure and pain, loved her as the mother who
\nhad taught me so much about myself and loved her as my lover, the lover from whom I could hide
\nnothing, that I wanted to know everything about myself and my twisted needs. \u201cNow our nipples, mom,
\n– or, or should we wear our clamps to the party, just to show what real pain sluts we are?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUh, no, darling, just think how much it will hurt putting them back on at the party. Lets take them off
\nnow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOK. But the same way we did it last time. Count of three!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRight! Count of three: one, two, three – – Ahhhhrrrgh!!\u201d<\/p>\n
Because, on three we both released the clamps and pulled them from each other\u2019s nipples, leaving us
\nonce again nursing our tits and nipples as the pain of returning blood flow suffused our tits, bringing
\ntears to our eyes and moans from our lips as we fell forward into each other\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! Mommy, it all hurts so much and it\u2019s all so wonderful! I just don\u2019t want it to stop!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll get to the party and then you\u2019ll get all the pain you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
So, we went to the party. Each wearing a black, pin lined, leather bra and tight, tight, crotchless leather
\npants, pants so tight that they made even walking difficult and black leather ballet boots to restrict our
\nmobility even further.<\/p>\n
We were more than ready for more.<\/p>\n
Of course our torturing bras hurt us with every movement so we were constantly aroused and already
\nlonging to cum.<\/p>\n
Walking was an effort, we were forced to take little tottering steps in our ballet boots and had difficulty
\neven getting to the front door where our transport was waiting.<\/p>\n
At this point I should introduce our driver.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mother and daughter are pain sluts and eagerly administer pain to each other, happily receiving what the other gives. They are preparing for a snuff party, and they are looking forward to giving and receiving more pain. Continue reading